You're too high to be that low You're too fast to be that slow I was lookin' up and I saw you go I was lookin' up and I saw you go You're too high to be that low
You're too young to be that old You're too dear to be that sold I threw in a bid a hunk of gold I threw in a bit a chunk of gold You're too young to be that old
Throw down the crutches And walk into the night You'll always be wrong If you're never right Lying with the dogs Rising with the fleas Bouncin' off the walls Barkin' at the trees Barkin' at the trees Brakin' at the trees
You're too strong to be that weak, You're too bred to be that speak that speak I saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things I saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things You're too strong to be that weak
